After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

Just when he was in a trance, Wei Yan had already entered.

Leng Yeting narrowed his eyes: "Why are you up here?"

"Well...Dian Dian said you were worried, and I came to see you."

"I have nothing on my mind."

"Oh..." Wei Yan said, looking towards his desk inadvertently. Seeing the things on it, Wei Yan's heart sank and she subconsciously averted her eyes.

I finally understood why Diandian told her that Leng Yeting was mysterious.

Because these things happen to be the photos hanging on the wall of Xingguang Garden.

Various..."intimate photos" of Leng Yeting and Hao Yuxue.

Although Wei Yan was now sure that those were fake, visual pollution was still unavoidable and she would feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable in her heart.

"Then, I'm leaving." Wei Yan said, turning to leave.

Leng Yeting knew that she had obviously misunderstood, and immediately held her hand: "Yan Yan!"

Wei Yan looked back at him, waiting for him to speak.

Leng Yeting said, "How about you take a good look at it again?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Things on the table."

Wei Yan: "..."

She pursed her lower lip and said stubbornly, "No."

Leng Yeting insisted: "Take a look."

He wasn't angry, he still had the same tone of voice, but his voice had a sense of power without anger, making it impossible for people to say no.

Wei Yan took a deep breath, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the A4 papers on his desk.

The sight was still full of serious displeasure, but when he looked intently, Wei Yan was stunned.

She reached out and picked up the photos, completely dumbfounded.

They still have the same movements, postures, and angles of gaze, but the face in the photo is not Hao Yuxue or Leng Yeting, but a completely foreigner.

Wei Yan frowned slightly and looked at each one, then looked at Leng Yeting in confusion: "These photos are..."

"Song Zhi gave it to me."

"He was found in Atlanta?"

"Well, it's Hao Yuxue's private space on campus. He found someone to crack it. The person who took these photos is also Hao Yuxue herself. Her only hobby during school was photography."

"No wonder." Wei Yan said.

No wonder, even if you know how to read pictures, you can't find the originals of these photos.

She put down the picture and looked at Leng Yeting worriedly.

Leng Yeting looked back at her, suddenly raised his hand and gently covered her cheek.

His hands are big, but Wei Yan is born with a small face. Compared with his hands, Wei Yan really looks like a slap face.

Wei Yan raised her hand and held the back of his hand, saying, "Leng Yeting, have you had a headache today?"

Leng Yeting shook his head: "No."

"Let's take some time and get a proper check-up," Wei Yan said worriedly, "I'm worried."

"It's not a big problem. Yesterday... I caused it myself."

"Did you do it yourself?"

Leng Yeting lowered his eyebrows, paused, and said: "I tried to recall some memories, but this memory made me painful. I didn't want to admit defeat yesterday, so I had to remember it. As a result, I passed out from the pain."

Wei Yan was shocked: "Then don't think about it again!"

She raised her other hand and pressed it on his temple: "Leng Yeting, don't think about it again!"

"It's okay today," Leng Yeting looked at her seriously, "I thought about it today and I don't feel any pain."

"Then, what did you think of?"

Leng Yeting laughed and shook his head: "No."

Wei Yan also smiled inexplicably and said softly: "Then, don't think about it anymore."

"Okay, but..."

"but what?"

"But you still have to think of it one day, don't you?"

Wei Yan was silent, looking at Leng Yeting with increasingly distressed eyes.

After thinking about it, Wei Yan said, "Then, let me help you remember."